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Poetic T Jul 2020
You weaponised me,
         made me the bullet
from the barrel of your

                                    mouth..

For when ever you shot off,
           I was the muzzle flash..

And any one you took aim at.
        was always left
blooded
         by your random shots...

My knuckles still hurt..

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